Liberated, inebriated,
On this trip,
Trembling heart,in synch
At the precipice,edge of brink.
Sometimes frozen with fear,
Others, crackling with life,
My gasoline,this ink,
Doused with words,bared soul on paper
It may wax,and it may wane,
Might be in doubt,in fear of suffering
But it will burn,yes,for it shall sustain,
Keeping the dream alive,the bouts of pain.
Good or bad,right or wrong,
This is when I write my song,
The notes may jar, melody too far,
Hardly sweet,and all too sour.
But this is my flavor,this is my choice,
It ain't easy,hell ,it ain't even wise,
No guarantees, no fallbacks,no nets
This fight, gloves off , all in,the bets
For the time is now,coin mid air,
Funny though,the outcome, clear
Steps a little tentative,head in a spiral,
Keep at it o Hero,this journey,this trial.
The pain is same,
The game is same,
The road is same,
We are all insane.
All in for a name,
All in for a fame,
Avoiding the hurt,the shame,
That’s not the game.
It all seems squalid,
Mushy,rotten,pallid
Desperate for anything solid
Figuring out Logic,getting it tallied
Let go on the slop,
Slide,who care if it flop,
Ignite life,beyond the thought,
In this moment, alive, not a bot
The pain is same,
The game is same,
The name is same,
From sane to insane
We all feel that the kind of shit we are in today is unique to us,so much burden,so much pain,the guilt,the layers of hurt are the heaviest.
You don't know what i am going through is our war cry as we get up from our beds everyday and fight,fight for staying strong, staying sane and really try to find that elusive happiness.
For me this has been the case until I really saw that all the pain,the heaviness in shoulders and the heart , longing to be loved and accepted is there in each one of us and it exactly weighs the same in our heads.
Unless we open up and see,accept someones luggage ( not necessarily carry it, but just be open enough to see ) that they are carrying and i was surprised to see people carrying way way more heavy stuff than i ever have in my life.
But still they were trying,like all of us to find joy that is not some ephemeral, fleeting moment but just a way for being.
I still don't think i have really internalised what gratitude means but all i am sure of is that the load of grief and pain I carry has the same DNA as of the next person.It sure is lighter than his.
sab gam ko lekar chalte hein,
upar se muskurate,kahkahe lagate,
uth te,chalte,phirte hein,
girte aur sambhalte hein,
sabse door door rahen,lekin gam ka itr pehante hein.
kiska gam chota,kiska bada,bas apna hee Sabse bhari,
chote ka gam chota?ya garib ka gam halka?
gam toh sabka ek samaan,poora kala,apne hee jitna bhari,
utna lamba jitna kad,utna kheench raha jitne jiskee had.
bahut chalak yeh gam,saare raste maloom isse,
kabhee khatkhatakar aaye dil mein bahar se,
aur kabhee apnee hee factory mein manufacture ho kar ghar banaye.
sabka sathee hai par,chahe nange paon sadak pe,ya us chamchamati gadi mein.
bekhauf hai yeh,jab hamare dimag mein rehta hai,jaden mazboot,andar tak failee huee,
bas ek cheez se darta hai,sirf ek choti see cheez
koi aur agar doosre ka gam samajh le,
bahut chota ho jata hai yeh,aur kone talash karta hai,
koi agar muskura ke,dil se kisi se pooch le,"dost,baat karen?"
yeh bekhauf andhera,isse ujale se toh darta hai.
chalo thoda sa pooche,hath pakden,shayad thoda saath ro le,muskura lein
shayad dono ka bharipan thoda halka ho jaye,
lagne lage kee sab isse naav mein,gam,dukh,dard ko saath liye chal rahen hein,
utne hee bhari,utne hee dard bhare,par agar socho toh,utne hee shayad halke.
ek baar kisi aur ka basta kholte hein,
unkee bhari kitabe,copyion ko padte hein,
shaayad kuch aur ho na ho,par itna hoga,
sabka school ek hai,jahan yeh gam likha gaya hoga.
